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1. “I once gave a blowjob to an ex-boyfriend behind a gas station and we weren’t even getting gas. Absolutely he remembered what he’d been missing.”
2. “Let a guy eat me out in a public parking lot. It was during a concert so everyone was inside but this was without a doubt one of those moments I don’t want my father to ever hear about.”
3. “I had done anal with my ex-boyfriend before but it never really did much for me. After we broke up I hooked up with a friend who wanted to do it and when I told him I’d never really enjoyed it he said ‘let me try.’ He then positioned my desk in front of a mirror in such way that when he bent me over it all I could see was my own face and body. Then, when I was about to cum he started to lightly choked me. I literally fell down I came so hard.”
4. “Once dated a guy that would come into the shower and put his fingers in my vagina and lead me to the bedroom that way when he wanted morning sex.”
5. “Let my boyfriend cum in me and then straddled his face. We hadn’t talked about doing that before, totally spontaneous. I must have cum three times while he was cleaning me up.”
6. “Was with a regular FWB who was a demon in bed and felt totally submissive to him. Ended up telling him ‘this is your pussy’ over and over and over. I think it turned me on even more than it did him. I don’t think I’ve felt as open and full since.”
7. “There is nothing hotter to me than my bf cumming inside me. This might be tame to some people but looking him in the face when he’s cumming in me is the biggest turn on.”
8. “Had sex with my college boyfriend when I knew his roommate was watching us and jerking off.”
9. “Pretended to be his secretary and got under my man’s desk while he was working on a Saturday and sucked his cock while he kept working. Definitely plays into my sex in public places fetish and my submissive tendencies.”
10. “Pegged my boyfriend with the dildo I usually use on myself while calling him a ‘bitchboy’. What can I say, I have a thing for dominating men.”
11. “Told a guy to eat my asshole in a public bathroom stall. He did.”
12. “One night when I was both drunk and high my boyfriend at the time started fingering me and putting more and more fingers in. Before I knew it he was slowly trying to fist me. It hurt but at the same time the feeling really turned me on. I ended up soaking the couch with his entire hand in me about ten minutes later. It was never something I thought I would have liked but damn did I like it.”
13. “This might be something that not everyone can understand but sex when you’re pregnant is amazing. I asked my husband to cum inside me everyday for weeks after I started showing. In my mind he was getting me pregnant over and over again. Something just so hot about it.”
14. “I once let a guy cum in my mouth and then spat it back in his mouth. Turnabout is fair play, guys!”
15. “Went to a swinger party once and had sex with three different strangers in under an hour while blindfolded. I won’t lie, this was off the chain amazing although I never went back because I could easily see that becoming a lifestyle for me.”
16. “A few years ago, I used my dildo on my boyfriend while giving him head. Talk about a power trip.”
17. “A guy once went down on me while I was sitting in a lawn chair on his front lawn right after everyone else, including his wife, went inside because the bonfire was out.”
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Annie Mishler ,
September 29th 2014

Girls are supposed to be feminine, dainty, clean, fresh and put-together all of the time. Right?
Well — excuse me, but hahaha — that couldn’t be farther from the truth. Girls: I’m sorry for exposing our truths to the world, but it needs to be done. Guys: You might not want to read this if you have a girl in your life that you view as perfect. That perfection is about to be seriously compromised.
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Let’s start out with the obvious: EVERYBODY POOPS. Considering females fall under the category of “everybody,” this constitutes that we — yes, we — poop. Duh. And we like it.
*Checks stomach in mirror to see how much flatter it got*
If we’re wearing pants we probably didn’t shave last night. Or the night before. But most likely all of last week. Too lazy to shave our armpits? Shirt with sleeves it is. No Shave November? Me too.
And regularly, I might add. Lots of times it’ll happen while driving. If I have a booger and no tissues, I’m not going to wait until I can find a tissue — that’s just weird.
We’ve worn the same bra for…an undetermined, yet very very long amount of time. And here’s our logic: I didn’t sweat today, so there’s no need to wear a different bra tomorrow. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. The limit does not exist.
We’ve been forced to use rolled-up toilet paper upon discovering that our period just started. Extra gross points for those who go the whole day like this due to being busy/in class/working. Admit it — you’ve done it.
Gross, or just another way to conserve water? You be the judge.
There are just too many period-related truths about girls, and this particular one simply can’t be left out. We bleed on our underwear. A lot. And then we’ll rinse out our underwear in the sink. We will then leave said underwear in sink whilst going about our day. Then we forget underwear is in sink and subsequently horrify a visitor that goes to wash their hands. Typically we don’t learn our lesson, and this will happen about seven more times.
Our hygiene is questionable at times. We can go four days without washing hair and validate it by using dry shampoo. No time to shower? Wash off armpits and apply a thick layer of perfume all over body. No time to wash face? Too LAZY to wash face? No problem! Re-apply new makeup OVER yesterday’s crusty makeup.
Okay, not ALL girls do this, and certainly not all of the time. Sometimes it’s an accident and you have to roll with it, and sometimes it’s completely voluntary. My current situation describes the latter.
In conclusion: come get us boys; we’re all yours.
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Christine Leeb--Speaker and Christian Family Coach specializing in Parenting and Child Discipline. Founder of Real Life Families --a non-profit organization building better families through free classes and resources. Mother to three awesome (and exhausting) children from whom she shamefully hides brownies. Wife to one patient (and polar-opposite) husband with whom she constantly quotes "Friends". www.RealLifeFamilies.org
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It was Day 3 of our honeymoon…dun…dun…dun! A day I will never forget. A day I learned what marriage was really about.
It was just three days after our big wedding, our “I Do’s,” our commitment to spend the rest of our lives together. For better or worse. In sickness and in health.
My husband had no idea how quickly I would bank on those vows!
Day 1 and Day 2 of our honeymoon were filled with splashes in the pool, walks along the beach, sunset watching, giant bike riding in the ocean, and seeing each other at our best–our sexiest outfits, our most agreeable moods, and our most fun and adventurous spirits.
On the evening of Day 2, we dined at a gorgeous beach side restaurant. We ate. We drank wine–all while gazing into each other’s eyes as the waves crashed on the shore nearby. It was so romantic. However, the next morning on day 3, I awoke to a gurgling stomach – churning – aching.
I knew that something was going to come out somewhere. It was just a matter of time. NOOOOOOOOOO! Not on my honeymoon!
I wanted to hide my pain. I wanted to pretend all was well so we could go snorkeling and continue being flirty and sexy and enjoying our fairy tale of love and romance and happiness and fun.
I was about to ruin it all with a reality check of “the runs.”
I couldn’t hide it any longer. I had to tell my husband of 3 days that I had the stomach bug. Every 20 minutes throughout the entire morning, I was running to the bathroom and then crawling back to bed. My sexy new spouse was right there. He was getting me sips of water. He was dabbing my sweaty head with a cool wash rag. He sat in a chair next to the bed as I groaned and complained – helping me – encouraging me – being there for me.
As the trips to the bathroom started winding down, all my strength and energy and modesty were gone. I simply quit putting my clothes back on. I quit caring that we were on our honeymoon. I quit caring that I was pooping every 20 minutes in our Honeymoon Suite right in front of my new forever man. I quit caring that I was a mess. I flopped over onto the bed falling face first into the pillows, and I hear my husband of less than 72 hour’s voice whisper to me….”Honey, you have some poop on your butt.”
And I thought I couldn’t feel worse. I didn’t care though. I couldn’t move. I just wanted to die of pain and now, of embarrassment. I was just lying there – hot, sweaty, stinky, naked – with poop on my sun-kissed butt.
Without saying another word, my brand new mate for life went into the bathroom, grabbed some toilet paper, sat next to me on the bed, and——-wiped my butt. Yes, he wiped my butt. Now that’s love!
This moment will forever be known as our “Welcome to Marriage Moment!”
I was mortified, but at the same time, I was given a gift. A gift to see that my husband was going to be there for me no matter what. That he was going to be someone I could laugh with, have romantic dinners with, walk on the beach with, and enjoy the good times with, but he was also going to be someone who would stay by my side when I was at my worst. And that’s what matters most in life and in marriage.
We still laugh together, even after almost 17 years of marriage, as we reflect on Day 3 of our honeymoon. We recognize how much Day 3 prepared us (especially for my husband) for what was to come. He has seen me even more vulnerable, at my most disgusting, at my very, very, very worst. He has been there for the birth via C-Section of our three children. He has been there for countless stomach bugs, flu bugs, cold bugs, and even depression bugs.
He’s been there–by my side–through it all.
It hasn’t been easy. We’ve even been near divorce, but I’m so thankful that we both have been able to move forward, press on, and persevere through some really rough times, tough conversations, and painful moments. We have both grown and allowed God to shape us into the individuals and into the couple that we are today. Through our struggles, we’ve gained strength, wisdom, trust, and confidence in ourselves and in each other. Our marriage gets stronger with every year…with every day.
Even now, on Day 6,052 of our marriage, the honeymoon is well over, but we continue to celebrate those moments throughout our lives that have brought us closer together – more committed to one another – forever. Best friends by each other’s side no matter what comes our way – poopy butts and all!
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